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Dionysus 'Percy Jackson': A Narrative Fiction

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After an hour of searching, I finally found Dionysus sitting on a lawn chair out by the strawberry fields, holding a glass in his hand and humming to himself, looking almost happy for once. The strawberries themselves looked suspiciously round and purple. I coughed to let him know I was there, and instantly his face arranged itself into an expression of panic as he looked wildly around to see who had caught him. As soon as he caught sight of me, his customary sneer returned. He refused to look at me, focusing instead on the clear cup in front of him as it steadily filled. “You needed to see me, sir?” I almost choked hearing myself sucking up to this asshole,but I had no desire to see myself turned into a dolphin. Still gazing into his drink …show more content…

He pushes a stack of papers in front of him, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Play it cool, Percy. “What are those?” “Interesting that you would say that, Paul, because I was just wondering the same thing”. Licking his thumb,he rifles through the stack until he comes upon a creamy white paper. “Dear Ms Jackson”, he begins in a mocking falsetto. “We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to-” I cut him off abruptly. “Okay, so I applied for college. Is that such a huge problem??” He shakes his head in mock-dismay. “Actually, Percy, it’s a very huge problem, very huge indeed. How are we supposed to keep you safe when you continue to flout us at every turn, leaving the safety of the camp-” “I’ll be fine!” “PURSUING DANGER WHEREVER YOU CAN FIND IT!” He roars, his eyes flashing dangerously. “And that’s not even considering the other factors!” My face flushes, and I open my mouth to reply, but he cuts me off. …show more content…

Jackson.”
“Are you threatening me?” He simply chuckled. Time to play your final card, Percy. I gulp; I never wanted to play the daddy card but “For some reason, I don’t really feel like dad’d be very happy about that. In fact, I think there are several things that might just...slip...that I don’t think he’d like at all.” I glanced pointedly Dionysus,who was turning the same colour as those grapes he loved so much, then to the cup in his hands.
“I ought to kill you where you stand,” he snarled. “You really think your father cares about you? He barely remembers you!” I shrug. “Do you really want to take that chance, sir?” He rises, and for a moment, I think he’s about to make good on his

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